Marshall calmly entered the room ignoring Rocky's henchmen and proceeding behind the tyrant's hoverchair. “I'm bored, this place is boring I want a combat assignment” he spat out staring expectantly at the tyrant.
“OK Vert, give the prince the hardest assignment we have,” Rocky stated moving his glance over his shoulder “and to come back alive Marshall”
“I will sire.” Marshall bowed at his waist.
“And while you're at it learn some manners I understand your passion but I am the one in charge here, you wouldn't want to end up like your Father.” Rocky smiled as he heard the gulp behind him.
“My father?” Marshall questioned.
“You are dismissed a pod and mission plans will be given to you shortly,” Rocky turned back around a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Thank you sire,” Marshall muttered leaving the room. What happened to his father? Whatever it was that Rocky was eluding to means that now he needs to find a way to protect his people or they could be killed. He sighed trudging back to his quarters. How was he going to protect them?
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Little Prince
Short Story5 year old Prince Marshall is a true prodigy. With strength that rivals the strongest of his race he is set to ba a great ruler. But what happens when Marshall is left on his own to defend himself and his race against the tyrannical rocky? How can o...
